You and Me_Modern Kindness:_Blue Wristbands_Although Jaded, A Little Enthusiastic
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You and Me
Why can’t I just say how I feel? It shouldn’t be hard. It should be natural. The most natural thing on earth. Everyone does it, right? Everyone’s always done it. It’s nothing. Just one small step. A few words. A few taps of a keyboard, even. I reach for my phone. I’m gonna do it. I could call you, or… no. I’ll text. It’s less stressful that way, for me and for you. It lets us make sure we say precisely what we mean. Less chance for misunderstandings.I open up my messages and scroll to your name. It’s not hard to find. I could pick your face out of a crowd anywhere. Opening the conversation, I ...
Modern Kindness:
She had invested everything into this new venture. Faraji had laughed at the new laptop. ‘Modern technology.’ He had claimed just yesterday, his voice still tinged with the old accent. The sharpened pencils beckoned to her. She longed to get out into the world and see the huge expanses of exposure. To draw her world. The four walls of her apartment could not stifle her, she would not allow it. In her mind, the terrible expression on Faraji’s face stifled her as he lived in his brain and yearned in his heart. Her heart ached too but she quelled the dull burn and never let its flames consume the...
Blue Wristbands
My laughter is louder than theirs, my smile wider; but I’m the only one who sees the light bend, sees it flicker. It’s another Friday night and the queue stretches out before us, a duplicate code of drunken smiles, smudged mascara, windblown hair: copy, paste, copy, paste, copies.“I missed you,” says Alicia, moving in for an embrace. I see the glitch behind her eyes, feel it in her feather touch as her arms brush over me, move through me, as though we were mere light, flickering dust particles at most.I buffer a moment. “How was Budapest?” The girls gather around to hear.“Well,” says Alicia, r...
Although Jaded, A Little Enthusiastic
Although the night was early, it started rough, windy, and energetic. In Sin city, no one can see the stars. The darkness in the sky continued to spread as the last signs of daylight burned at the horizon. Dawn slowly emerged. The moon seemed to overtake the rising sun this season as if the morning greetings had already taken place.When I was barely awake, sunlight shone between the folds of my window blinds. I sat upwards, allowing my eyes to wander around the room. The sun was casting a wicked grin, warming my face. Soon imprinted on my fiery eyelids, it burned with comfort.I then heard the ...